Anything

Lauren felt her fingers slowly coming loose. The solution was working. Cecily was solving her predicament and saving her hair. The first bit of relief she had felt since waking up. She had desperately wanted to cover herself, but she waited until her fingers were completely off of her head. She hastily glanced at her totally red palms before crossing and arm in front of her boobies and wedging a hand between her legs. To the class', and Brenda's, great disappointment. Not that they hadn't seen enough of her already. She could feel Cecily combing through her hair with her finger.

"Good. I seem to have been able to save about 98% of your hair." announced Cecily.

"I'd lost 2%?" asked Lauren in a whiny tone, wanting to check it herself but refusing to reveal her body once more. Would that be noticeable?

"Chill out. I'd call that a success."

"Good, then we're out of here." added Brenda.

Then before Lauren could do anything, she started pushing her chair and her out of the lab with haste. Her 'audience' had given her one final round of applause. At least they were leaving those brats behind. Once they had reached the hallway, they took a turn to the left and stopped in a corner.

"Why the rush?" asked Lauren.

"I'm sure you enjoeyed your little display, but we didn't want the prof seeing you, did we?" explained Cecily.

"I bet she might have enjoyed that." remarked Brenda.

"True. Then, we are done?" asked Lauren, clutching her body anxiously.

"Well, yes. We are done with your hair, honey. You are welcome, by the way..."

"Ugh... Thank you..." sighed Lauren, like saying those words had been a huge undertaking. "Can you give me anything to wear now?" she asked, painfully aware of her nudity.

"Maybe. But first things first: your payment." smiled Cecily.

"I... I have nothing on me at the moment."

"Well, that is indeed true." scoffed Brenda, looking the petite woman up.

"I can pay you back at the dormitory." said Lauren, blushing under Brenda's hungry gaze.

"I have no doubt you could. But, you see, I have no intention of taking money for today's... adventure."

Lauren glanced at the two women with rising fear. "What then?"

"I seem to remember you offering 'anything' to save your hair. Or did I mishear it?"

"No, I heard that too." added Brenda.

Lauren was starting to panic. She owed the two, big time, but she had never expected to say any such things. "I... I didn't mean that..."

"Yes, I thought so. You seem to do that a lot. Ungrateful as ever." she menacingly leaned closer to Lauren. "But I have learned a lot since last time you have told me to 'get out of the 90s and be more mature'. You do remember that, don't you?"

Lauren gulped. Of course she remembered. She had been saying that every time they've met, which was a lot with their rooms being opposite of one another. And she had meant it as a genuine helpful advice, not an insult. She was beyond subtle insults. If she had wanted to insult someone, she would have done so openly.

"And you see, I've taken your advice. I intend to hold you to your word. That is what being 'mature' is, isn't it?"

"Sure is." added Brenda, laughing.

Lauren thought it best to leave this one-sided discussion for another time. She was not in a state to argue, or do anything else really. And it seemed to have been two against one. "Fine. Take me back and you can ask me to do one thing." she relented, with a hateful sneer.

"So noble of you. But what if I want to ask you to do a thing right now?" said Cecily, with a cheshire grin.

Lauren's eyes widened in horror. She was in Cecily's debt, no doubt. Enormously so. Could she possibly refuse her? What if she had asked something degrading? She had lost a lot of face already throughout campus. But could she lose any more?